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116 lines
2.3 KiB
116 lines
2.3 KiB
The Hollow Men.
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We are the hollow men
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We are the stuffed men
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Leaning together
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Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
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Our dried voices, when
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We whisper together
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Are quiet and meaningless
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As wind in dry grass
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Or rats' feet over broken glass
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in our dry cellar
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Shape without form, shade without colour,
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Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
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Those who have crossed
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With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
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Remember us --- if at all --- not as lost
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Violent souls, but only
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As the hollow men
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The stuffed men.
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Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
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In death's dream kingdom
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These do not appear:
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There, the eyes are
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Sunlight on a broken column
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There, is a tree swinging
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And voices are
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In the wind's singing
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More distant and more solemn
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Than a fading star.
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Let me be no nearer
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In death's dream kingdom
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Let me also wear
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Such deliberate disguises
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Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
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In a field
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Behaving as the wind behaves
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No nearer ---
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Not that final meeting
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In the twilight kingdom
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This is the dead land
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This is cactus land
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Here the stone images
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Are raised, here they receive
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The supplication of a dead man's hand
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Under the twinkle of a fading star.
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Is it like this
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In death's other kingdom
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Waking alone
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At the hour when we are
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Trembling with tenderness
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Lips that would kiss
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Form prayers to broken stone.
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The eyes are not here
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There are no eyes here
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In this valley of dying stars
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In this hollow valley
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This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
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In this last of meeting places
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We grope together
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And avoid speech
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Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
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Sightless, unless
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The eyes reappear
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As the perpetual star
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Multifoliate rose
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Of death's twilight kingdom
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The hope only
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Of empty men.
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Here we go around the prickly pear
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Prickly pear prickly pear
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Here we go around the prickly pear
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At five o'clock in the morning.
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Between the idea
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And the reality
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Between the motion
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And the act
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Falls the Shadow
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For Thine is the Kingdom
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Between the conception
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And the creation
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Between the emotion
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And the response
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Falls the Shadow
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Life is very long
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Between the desire
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And the spasm
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Between the potency
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And the existence
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Between the essence
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And the descent
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Falls the Shadow
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For Thine is the Kingdom
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For Thine is
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Life is
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For Thine is the
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This is the way the world ends
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This is the way the world ends
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This is the way the world ends
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Not with a bang but with a whimper.
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